Why do we pursue information that we know will never leave our heads?
I went to public school all my life and all through college and I liked it.
I hung up the phone, jubilant, and threw myself into a wall, then pretended to be getting electrocuted. I do this when I'm very happy.
You invite things to happen. You open the door. You inhale. And if you inhale the chaos, you give the chaos, the chaos gives back.
There is no faith like the faith of a builder of homes in coastal Louisiana
He must trust, and he must have faith. And so he builds, because what is building, and rebuilding and rebuilding again, but an act of faith?